The Fly...

The tiny fly in your room,the one that keeps buzzing you. You
swat at it but it is too fast for your attack. See,how it mocks
you over and over again! It swoops,it soars and it buzzes all
around you! It sees many things with it's compound eye and
you do look odd in one thousandfold panoramavision! You
swish a rolled up copy of the evening paper at it,but to no
avail. And still,it lives to circle the room...but somewhere
across the other side of the world...maybe in korea,maybe in
australia...someone is dreaming in wonderful technicolor,a
disturbing dream of giants.

A dream of huge trees falling all around them...of faces and
brightly coloured and enormous rooms. A thousand images
of the same angry face... The fly broadcasts it's dangerous
mission to the sleeping strangers around the globe in some
way hoping for rescue,but in others hoping to show the
futility of hurting tiny creatures of the sky that are so much
smarter than you think they are....